Sorry, worms, you won’t be getting a piece of me

Seriously, you’re never going to pull an angel if you look like the contents of a Hoover bag

Being dead used to be ever so easy. They'd put you in a box, lower you gingerly into the ground and let you rot in peace. Or, if the ground in your town was full, they'd throw you on a fire and let you spend the rest of time in a vase, on your mother's mantelpiece.

Now, though, in the same way that you can get married underwater or during a parachute jump, you can choose how you wish to be disposed of when you have done dying. Just this week, for instance, a former navy diver called Derick Redfern was attached to the nose of a torpedo, which was then detonated on the sea bed off Plymouth. This means that now, and for all time, Mr Redfern is a part of the Gulf Stream.

Meanwhile, in Spain, officials at the Catalunya circuit near Barcelona announced on Monday that motor-racing